Two years after Naomi left, Rebecca and I had our fifth child and our first boy, Isaiah. I thought to myself, What? How can being the “Fun Dad” be an attempt to control her? Isn’t love all we need? By then, Naomi was 15 and decided to move out because she was “tired of me trying to control her”. Wynfrey followed – bringing the girl-total in the house to a whopping four ladies. I could never understand why didn’t they like me the way that they liked their mother. My wife would shake her head in mock shame, but I had done what a man is supposed to do. Instead of a doll for their birthdays, I’d say, we are going to get seven of them with all the clothes to match and complete the set with one gigantic, life-size version to boot. I was “loving” them by giving them exactly what they wanted – and sometimes more. My wife still consistently warned me about spoiling the kids, but I didn’t listen. “Bad guy” mom won the affection contest every time.įor eight years it was just Naomi and Azriel, until my third daughter, Tera, was born. Two years later, my second daughter, Azriel, was born, and I just knew that things would gel together instead, I had two kids who didn’t respect me, even though I was breaking my neck to do everything for and give them want they wanted. But though I was trying my hardest to win Naomi over, she still did not like me – and, what was strange is that she loved and respected her mother more even though she said “no”. I even made my wife the “bad guy” by putting her in the position of always having to say no. Could she stay up and watch television past her bedtime? Check. But over the years, I would get one rude awakening after the other, and as cruel and unusual as this sounds – love just isn’t enough.įor instance, I tried to win Naomi over by being the “Fun Dad”. It would get done, but there were always these screws and pieces that looked very important still laying on the floor when I was “finished”.įor a long time, I believed life was like that, too: move forward, blaze a trail, get married, have a family and as long as you love your family and love what you are doing, everything will just fall together and work, just like on television. I was one of those guys that would rip open a box and attempt to put anything together by just looking at the picture on the outside, completely ignoring the detailed instructions. I knew Naomi didn’t like me and I understood why she didn’t like me: it was clearly because I had no clue as to what I was doing.
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